[Intro]
Am G Am C G Em
Am
[Verse 1]
Am G
Everybody's jumping
D Am
on the circus train
G D
Well some jump high
G D Dm
and some jump off again
Dm
And the razz-ma-tazz
C Am G
is rolling women folk unveiled
Am
All truths to light
F G
all cross his name
Em
Even high where the eagle circles
D
Well you can taste
C
tail feathers team
Am
But wonders, am I
D
still a free bird
G
Or just a part of
Am
the machine
[Verse 2]
Am
We hitched the covered
G D Am
wagons from the rule out west
G
All the picks in the
D G D Dm
pockets of their sunday best
Dm
Shaking hands,
C Am
kissing babies for all of their
G
worth
Oh, they'll promise
Am F G
you gold, Promise everyone an earth
Still that
Em
old bald eagle circles
D
It's not the first
C
and that he's seen
Am
His reflection in
D
the eyes of innocence
His becoming just
G Am
another part of the machine
D Am
Part of the machine
[Chorus]
F C
I wish I had
G
an eagle like you
F G
To look up too
C
He could be my wings
D G D G
to fly in a big bird sky
C
Up Above the whole
Em
machine
[Bridge]
Am G Am C G Em Am(8th fret)
[Solo]
D C Am D C Am
D C F F Em Am D C
Bm Em F# Bm Em F#
Bm Em F# Bm Em F#
Bm Em F# Bm Em F#
Bm Em F# Bm Em F#
Dm Gm A Dm Gm A
Em Am B G7 D
Cm Eb F Eb Cm Bb
Gm Cm Eb F Eb Cm Bb Gm
Cm Eb F Eb Cm Fm G
Cm Bb Eb Db Am
G Am
Part of the machine,
G Am
Part of the machine
[Verse 3]
Am G
Smart guys out
D Am
running the whole man tribe
G D
Up in the mountains
G D Dm
where the eagle flies
Dm
Wouldn't take that
C Am G
job offer on a plate
You got to fly with
Am F G
the eagle and he won't wait
Em
Looking Down on the smoke on the factories
D
Until the truth
C
creeps up unseamed
Am
They see themselves
D
in the faces of their children
And realize they too
Am
are part of the machine
G Am
Part of the machine
[Chorus]
F C
I wish I had
G
an eagle like you
F G
To wake up too
C
He could be my wings
D G D G
to fly in a big bird sky
C
He'll let me be part
Em
of the machine
G Am
Part of the machine,
G Am G
part of the machine, part of the
Am
machine
G
Part of your
Am G Am
machine, part of your machine.
Everybody's jumping on the circus train.
Some jump high, some jump off again.
And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled.
All truths to light, all crosses nailed.
Aiming high where the eagle circles,
where he keeps his tail feathers clean.
And wonders "Am I still a free bird?
Or just a part of the machine".
They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west.
Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best.
Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that they're worth.
they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth.
Still, that old bald eagle circles,
it's not the first time that he's seen
his reflection in the eyes of innocence.
He's become just another part of the machine,
part of the machine.
I wish I had an eagle like you
to look up to.
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
up above the whole machine.
Part of the machine.
Part of the machine.
Smart guys aren't running they're home and dry.
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies.
They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate.
They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait.
Looking down on the smoke and the factories
till the truth creeps up unseen.
They see themselves in the faces of their children
and realize they too are part of the machine.
Part of the machine.
I wish I had an eagle like you
to wake up to.
He could be my wings to fly
in a big bird sky, hey
let's be part of the machine.
Part of the machine. Part of the machine.
Part of the machine. Part of the machine.
Part of your machine. Part of your machine.
Part of your machine. Part of your machine.
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